I
am sinking
and there's ****** on the street
no coppers on the beat
they're raiding a cannabis farm
which was out of harms way
somewhere in
Wiltshire
or
Shropshire
but
plenty of cops there.
What am I doing here?
treading on land mines?
reading the life lines ?
I
know there were better times
but do not know when.
Behind the lace curtain firewall
and the hand crafted doily
she spoils me.
I like it.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 2:22 AM UTC
I
am sinking
and there's ****** on the street
no coppers on the beat
they're raiding a cannabis farm
which was out of harms way
somewhere in
Wiltshire
or
Shropshire
but
plenty of cops there.
What am I doing here?
treading on land mines?
reading the life lines ?
I
know there were better times
but do not know when.
Behind the lace curtain firewall
and the hand crafted doily
she spoils me.
I like it.
When this Universe snaps back like a giant Venus fly trap I'm gonna take a selfie just in case it's a dream and not real.
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